Absolute power corrupts absolutely

Summary: Written from the POV of Azrael, Raziels first born son, as he sees his lord fall at the hands of Kain. The world he grew up in is suddenly turned upside down, when Kain decides to claim him as his own…
This is a one-shot! A may write a sequel if you guys want me to, and if my muse allows me to do so.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Legacy of Kain (wouldn’t mind owning Raziel, Kain and/or Janos *swoon*). I’m not making any money with this fanfiction. I’m just writing this because I’m sitting sick at home and because I’m a hentai
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: Yesss, the warnings. Because it’s a LoK fanfiction, this will contain the usual blood, gore and violence. Also, this will contain yaoi! Means two guys having seks. Also this will contain rape! You don’t like, you don’t read! (Kain is a real bastard in this fanfic, just so you guys know XD) If you DO read it and you get a trauma for the rest of your life, don’t come complaining with me because I gave you a warning! There! No flaming me! XD Flames will be used to make sushi of the Elder God ^^

O yeah, one thing. My English is not *that* good. I do get high grades for it, but sometimes I have a little trouble making right sentences and all. Please don’t let that disturb you. This fanfic is a good practice for me so it will get better in time.


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Absolute power corrupts absolutely
By Karioudo
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Time.

Time is something we can never fully understand, even if we try; time can be a very tormenting thing. This was the time of evolution, in which our Lord Raziel would retreat into his chambers and stay there for days, sometimes weeks.

In these times, Lord Raziel would not allow anyone to enter his chambers, not even me, his first born. All Razielim were anxiously waiting for that moment in which our Lord would come out and show us his new gift.

In his absence, I led the Clan, and we continued our lives like we always do in the time of evolution. But this time… it was different. Lord Raziel was in his chamber for five weeks now and it was beginning to worry me. It had never been that long before. hav have a strong spiritual band with my master. Of course, he had that with all of his fledglings, but me being his first born… the connection between us was very strong. Normally I could sense how my Lord was doing, sometimes even physically feel what he felt. But now… I felt nothing, like he wasn’t even with us in this world.

I can still remember the day when I first opened my eyes in this life and saw him above me; his skin almost completely white, raven black hair tied back into a ponytail. He was wearing a beautiful, yet strange armour, together with tight leather pants, gauntlets and a dark red cape showing his insignia in white. His eyes, beautifully yellow, looked at me like a protective mother would look at her newly born son.

From that moment on I never left his side; I respected him immensely and I would do anything for him. I would still do that. He thought me how to be a vampire, how to feed, to fight, kill and survive. Even when he was not training me, I was always trying to be as close to him as possible. Of course that annoyed him sometimes which resulted in him sending me away for a few hours. But I was always there when he needed me, and he was always here when I needed him.

And my first meeting with Lord Kain… I was still young, very young when my master took me to the Sanctuary of the Clans; there I met his brothers and their first borns en finally Lord Kain himself. Lord Kain… as a vampire you can only do one thing; respect and obey him. If you can’t do that you’re dead. Lord Kain beckoned each new born forward and asked questions about our loyalty to him and the Empire. Raziel had prepared me for that moment, and I passed the test. Lord Kain accepted me and told Raziel he had made a good choice for his first born. Yes, I respected Lord Kain greatly, respected him but also feared him… feared his power…

My train of memories were suddenly interrupted by a soft knock on my door. A young Razielim fledging came in and bowed to me, silently asking me permission to tell what he was send for to tell. I could see the excitement on his face, something good must have happened.
“What is it, fledgling? Speak.” I said. The fledgling stood up and looked at me, almost unable to hide his excitement, “My Lord Azrael, our master Raziel has woken up from his evolution. He requests your presence in his chambers now.”

I stood up quickly, almost not daring to believe it. But it was true, the fledgling was not lying. Finally, for the first time in more then a month, I could feel my master again through the connection we shared. I nodded to the young vampire in approval and hurried out of my chambers, him following me.

My chambers were located in the same wing as my masters chambers were, so it didn’t take me long to get there. When I arrived, the whole hallway was filled with Razielim, all equally excited to finally see their Lord again after so many days. They quickly made a path for me to the doors, allowing me entrance. Standing in front of the doors I turned and looked at the others,
“Wait here. We do not want to annoy our Lord if we all show up in his Chamber.” Then, I finally opened the doors, slipping through and closing them again.

Lord Raziels chambers bigger then mine. Near the wall on my right was a fireplace, the fire within burning enthusiastic as if wanting to show how I felt. Next to the fireplace was a big bookcase, filled with old dusty books. In the middle of the room stood a small table with a few comfortable chairs. On my left was my masters desk, full with papers, maps, books and other stuff of importance. Tapestries showing our Clan symbol hang everywhere on the walls. Right in front of me was the door that led to my masters bedroom.

I walked to the door, knocking twice before opening it and going through. The room was dimly lit by a few candles around the large canopy bed in the middle. And there he was, sitting on the bed, looking like he had just woken up. I couldn’t suppress the smile on my face as I walked forward and dropped on one knee in respect, head low.

“Rise, Azrael.” my Lord spoke with a soft voice. I did what I was told and stood up, looking at my maker. “How are you feeling?” I asked. Lord Raziel smiled before answering, “Tired, and hungry.”
I immediately turned around and called for two servants to bring a human slave up here. Then I turned around to look at my maker again. None of us said anything in the few minutes that passed, my Lord probably still to exhausted to talk much. I had expected a big chance in my master since his evolution took so long, but I could not see any difference in him. But of course, the room wasn’t very well lit; it was hard to see.

Finally the two servants came in again, carrying a sleeping human slave. It was a young girl, probably not older then seventeen. I gestured for the servants to leave and when they did I walked to the slave who was now laying on the ground. I picked her up and carried her to the bed my master sat on, the girl pressing herself against my chest in her sleep. I handed her over to my Lord and helped getting him in the right position to feed. When my master sank his fangs in the girl, leaning on me for support, I finally got to see his new gift.

Wings.

My mouth fell open in awe, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Wings! No wonder this evolution had taken so long to complete. I quickly closed my mouth when I felt my Lords eyes on me while he was draining the girl. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his gift; I had a hard time believing it, wanting to punch myself to see if I wasn’t sleeping.

Raziel finished feeding and dropped the girls’ now lifeless body on the ground next to my feet, I barely noticed it, my eyes still fixed on his wings.
“Amazing aren’t they?” Raziel asked softly. I looked at him, unable to say a word; Raziel chuckled lightly seeing my surprised look. He shifted a bit and slowly unfolded one wing so I could see them better; my eyes – if possible – got even bigger in amazement.

They were huge, bat like and looked perfectly capable of flight. The bony frame supported the thin, slightly transparent membrane of his wings. They looked pretty frail, even a young fledgling would be able to tear them apart with ease. But I knew looks were deceiving and these wings were probably much stronger then they looked.

I looked at my Lord; he saw what I wanted and nodded. Slowly I reached out and gently touched his wing, brushing my fingertips over the thin membrane and frame. When my creator made no objection against this, I became a little bolder and reached out with my other claw. I was still amazed by this gift; gently stroking the wings I pondered over this. My Lord would now have a very big advantage over his enemies, since none of the enemies we’ve encountered thus far have ever shown signs they would be able to fly. Lord Raziel would now be stronger then any other vampire, maybe even stronger then Lord Kain himself.

Raziel shivered slightly at my touch and I backed away, fearing I might have hurt him. He gave me a comforting look and said, “I’m not really used to the way they feel and how they work yet…” That being said Raziel attempted to fold his wing back in place, but instead it only trembled slightly, my Lord’s body still not fully understanding their mechanisms.

“Let me help you,” I said, and after an approving nod of my Lord, I shifted a bit closer and managed to fold the wing back in place without inflicting it damage. Then I looked at my maker again; I could see in his eyes he was still exhausted from the experience. “Should I leave?” I asked. Raziel was silent for a few seconds before shaking his head, “Tell the other Razielim what happened, then come back here.” I nodded in understanding and walked through the door into the main room, opening the second pare and facing the others who were still waiting there.

“This is a grand day for us all, my fellow Razielim.” I said, having the attention of everyone, “Our Lord is fine, just exhausted so we should give him the rest he needs. Time has granted him with a great gift, possibly the greatest gift a vampire could receive.” A shudder of excitement went through the group, all of them anxiously waiting what I had to tell next. I took a deep breath and said, “Our Lord has been gifted with wings.”

I smiled when the other Razielim excitedly began talking to each other, hardly daring to believe my words. They all fell silent again when I raised my voice, “Lord Raziel is not ready to reveal himself to you just yet so be patient, he needs time to replenish his strength. In the mean time I expect you all to do your work like you’ve been doing these past few weeks in his absence. This evolution means you all will receive the same gift one day, our Clan will be the first and only to claim the skies of Nosgoth!”

The Razielim burst into loud cheering and applauding, hearing the occasionally “Hail Lord Raziel” and “Hail the Razielim”. When they finally quieted down again, I raised my voice for the last time today, “There is a time for working and for celebrating. This is the time for the last one, but do it in another wing of our Sanctuary, so it won’t trouble our Lord.”

After I said this, the Razielim spread out, their excitement lingering in the air even after they had left. I turned around and went back into my masters Chambers, locking the door and knowing I would have a major headache tomorrow. Lord Raziel was still sitting on his bed when I came in and closed the door.
“I don’t think I have to ask what their reaction was.” he grinned. He probably heard them cheering for him. “I think our Clan is not only gifted with flight, but with loud voices as well.” I mumbled, still hearing the echo of their cheering and applauding in my head.

Raziel laid down on his side, for he could not lie on his back due to his wings, leaving enough room on the bed for another person. He looked at me and I smiled before crawling on the bed and laying down next to him. We were silent for a few moments – Raziel had closed his eyes – but I could not suppress the questions that were begging me to be asked.

“My Lord?” I whispered. Raziels yellow eyes opened again and watched me, waiting. “What will happen next?” I asked him. My Lord stared at the wall behind me for a few seconds before replying, “I think Lord Kain will call a meeting between now and soon. He probably already found out my evolution is complete.” I pondered of his answer. How could Lord Kain know so soon? My own theory was that Lord Raziel had a much stronger mental connection with his maker then I had with mine. Yes, that would probably be it, and with that a new question came up.

“When you’re going to council…” I mumbled and hesitated for a few seconds, “- can I come with you?” Lord Raziel looked me straight into the eyes, clearly asking without words why I would want that. “It’s just that… this is a big change for all of us. I just want to be there, be with you when you show them to the rest…” My maker appeared to be thinking about my reply before he sighed and smiled softly, “I guess you can come, but you’ll have to wait outside lord Kain’s throne room, you’re not allowed inside.”

I nodded, suddenly feeling more proud that I was one of the Razielim then ever. I watched as my Lord closed his eyes again, watched him falling asleep and continued watching him until I could not hold my eyes open any longer. I closed them, and was pulled into a deep sleep…

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After three days Lord Raziel finally reredered from his evolution and was ready to show himself to the rest of the Clan. He was loudly welcomed back by everyone, and they became even louder when he showed his wings. A bit too loud for my taste but I guess I can’t blame them. Later that day the long awaited messenger arrived, telling my Lord he was expected at the Sanctuary of the Clans tomorrow.

He told me I was to gather my belongings, because he usually stayed at the Sanctuary for a few days. I was thrilled and excited, this would be my second time visiting the Sanctuary and I really couldn’t wait. We would be travelling by carriage, for the road to the Sanctuary was long.

I waited downstairs for my Lord. When he came down, he was followed by a large group of Razielim to watch him go. In our absence, the Razielim Herenyo was in control of the Clan. He was a good vampire, loyal and eager to please… a bit too eager, always doing things before he was even asked to do something.

“Are you readLordLord Raziel asked me. I nodded and opened the front door for him. The carriage was already waiting for us. It was black, and on the door and the back you could see our Clan symbol painted in red. The carriage was pulled by two black horses and the driver was one of our loyal human servants. He held the door open for us; Lord Raziel got in first and I followed, sitting next to him. The human closed the door, climbed back unto the carriage and commanded the horses to move.

I peeked out of the window, looking back at our Sanctuary and the other Razielim who were cheering us out. Little did I know I would never see it again…

The ride to the Sanctuary of the Clans took almost a full day and when we finally arrived, the sun was already beginning to rise. The guards at the entrance quickly allowed us entrance and the carriage rode on towards the main doors. As soon as the carriage halted I threw open the doors and jumped out, looking up at the Sanctuary. It was way bigger then our own. Vampires and human slaves walked by, all showing their respect to us. Red flags with Lord Kain’s symbol on them fluttered proudly in the wind; the whole Sanctuary radiated a feeling of absolute power.

Lord Raziel followed me out of the carriage and walked to the front doors, while a few slaves brought our baggage away to put in our chambers. I followed my Lord, almost dancing in excitement. He looked at me, eyebrows raised, “You’re acting like a young fledgling who just got his first taste of blood,” he chuckled. “I can’t help it. It’s this place, it excites me!” I mumbled sheepishly. Lord Raziel grinned, “Yeah, I noticed that.” he said before walking through the doors the vampire guards held open for us.

Being inside the Sanctuary again thrilled me even more then standing outside and looking up to it, but I controlled myself this time. Lord Raziel probably knew where he was going, walking through doors, large hallways and going up stairs. ‘I wonder if we’ll see Lord Kain.’ I thought and hopefully looked around.
We kept walking; I was a bit disappointed we didn’t got to see the Lord of vampires himself when we got to our chambers, but with a bit of luck I would see him tonight.

Our chambers were located in the right wing of the Sanctuary; they were big and looked like our own chambers back home. The council would start an hour before sunset, which meant we still had to wait a full day. Lord Raziel spent most of his time looking through the large amount of books that were in the room, while I walked around pointlessly demanding that time would hurry up a bit. I knew I annoyed my Lord a little but he didn’t said a thing about it.

Finally, after what seemed like twenty-four hours, my Lord closed the book he was reading in and stood up, telling me it was time. I jumped out of the chair I was sitting in and almost ran to the doooldiolding it open for him. He rolled his eyes at this and went through; I closed the door and followed him all the way back to the throne room.
The throne room was located in the centre of the Sanctuary, built around what remained of the Pillars. The huge double doors leading to the throne room where closed; Lord Raziel stopped before them and turarouaround, looking at me,

“You’ll have to wait here; I don’t think the council will take that long. Don’t go wandering around here alone; if someone asks you what you’re doing here tell them I ordered you to. Is that clear?” “Yes, my Lord.” He nodded at me and smiled before turning around, opening the doors and going through. I watched the doors close and sighed. “I sure hope it won’t take that long…” I thought, looking at some paintings and tapestries hanging on the wall, before staring at the doors again. There were keyholes in the doors…

Now, I’m a very curious person, I always have been, and those keyholes looked very inviting. I knew I shouldn’t do it because what happened inside the throne room was forbidden to me. I sighed and finally gave in to my curiosity and peeked through a keyhole, hoping to see my creator. Instead I could just make out Lord Zephon who was staring in amazement at something just out of my view; I couldn’t suppress a big grin.

I pulled away from the doors and sat on the ground, leaning against a wall. I wish I could be in there, to she lhe looks on the faces of the vampire lords. Those wings are truly a gift… Lord Kain must be very proud. I sat there for a few minutes, thinking, when suddenly a scream of agony pierced through the air. “What the hell!” I screamed, jumping up and looking at the doors. The scream had come from the throne room and by the sound of it… it was my master who made it. But that can’t be, why would he? They couldn’t be under attack or something, because these doors were the only entrance.

I listened, hearing Lord Kain snapping some orders I couldn’t understand. Footsteps coming this way; I quickly pressed myself against the wall when the doors flew open, revealing a very pissed off Lord Kain. He walked by, ignoring me, followed by Lord Rahab. After him, Lord Dumah and Lord Turel came through the door – I felt paralyzed, unable to breath, move or do something else when I saw who they were carrying.

My maker was hanging between them, unmoving, held up by his arms by the two vampire Lords. I gasped when I saw his wings; the thin membrane was the only thing that remained of them, bloodied and torn, like the bony frame that once supported them was just ripped away. They hang on the ground loosely, leaving a trail of blood be. I . I gasped loudly when I looked at Lord Kain and saw the blood on his claws.

Lord Kain stopped in his tracks – his fourth born almost bumping into him – and looked at me, before nodding at someone behind me. I was so preoccupied staring at my creator I didn’t notice Lord Zephon advancing on me until it was too late; he grabbed me from behind and held me in a hold. Struggling was no use, he was way stronger then I was. Kain continued down the hallway, his sons following him. Lord Zephon pushed my arms against my back, forcing me to move. We were now walking right behind my Lord; a look of horror stuck on my face when I continued to stare at the remains of what once were beautiful wings.

I didn’t know where we were going to – I didn’t even care. All I wanted to know was: why? Why would Lord Kain do something like that to his own son, to his first born! What had my Lord done to deserve this? It couldn’t be because he had grown wings, could it? Questions were floating inside my head while we continued our way, Lord Zephon still forcing me. We were now outside the Sanctuary, going north.

The sun was beginning to set, painting the clouds orange. I wanted to say something, asking my Lord what was going on, but it seemed my voice had left my body. I lookp whp when I heard the sound of water falling. Now, I knew where we were going; this was the way to the Abyss. The swirling Lake of the Damned, a known place for execution, used to punish traitors and those not worthy to live. Their punishment; eternal damnation. You were better off death then being thrown in there. What were we doing here? Hopefully not to… I didn’t want to think about that.

The huge waterfalls the Lake was surrounded with mercilessly fell down, almost deafening me. We crossed the bridge that connected the land with a platform that stood in the middle of the Lake.
Lord Zephon stopped and we both stared at Lord Kain who walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. Lord Dumah and Lord Turel carried their fallen brother past us – my master looking at me for a few seconds, confusion and misunderstanding in his eyes – until they were standing next to Lord Kain, waiting for orders.
No one said a thing for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the Abyss itself and the pained breathing of my master. Then, Lord Kain turned around and walked a few meters away from the edge.

“Cast him in.”

I cried out in protest, struggling to get out of the iron grip Lord Zephon held me in. My creator struggled weakly, having lost too much blood to put up a real fight, before he was thrown into the air, over the cliff and crashed down with a horrifying scream of terror. A distant splash and then… nothing. I stopped struggling, tears welling up as I stared at the point my Lord was standing just seconds ago. If it wasn’t for Lord Zephon holding me up, I would have just slumped down onto the ground.

I felt Kain’s eyes on me, but I didn’t care… until Lord Zephon pushed me forward towards the edge of the cliff. I panicked, knowing what was about to happen; I screamed, fought, kicked, trashed and tried to bite my captor in an effort to get free. We stood still at the edge and I looked down at the green blue coloured waves of the never-ending swirling vortex, death written all over it. There was no sign of my master. I felt Lord Zephon’s grip tighten as he readied himself to throw me in, but then…

“Wait Zephon. Just a moment, turn him around.” He did what he was told; Lord Kain advanced on us and looked down at me, reaching out and grabbing my chin with his bloodied talons, using his other claw to wipe some strings of hair out of my face. I stared directly into his yellow eyes. They were almost the same as the eyes of my master, but they didn’t hold the same kindness. Instead, they gazed down on me with an unreadable emotion, one I did not understand, but feared.

After what felt like hours, he finally tore his gaze away and released his grip, “We spare this one. Have him brought to my chambers as soon as we’re back at Sanctuary.” “Yes my Lord.” Lord Zephon answered before following the Vampire Master and his brothers back towards the Sanctuary, forcing me with him.

I didn’t know what to think when we were walking back; it seemed my mind didn’t want to accept I had just lost my master, my creator… my friend. I felt confused… it had all happened so fast and I still didn’t understand why; what was the real reason for my masters execution? What will happen to our clan without his guidance? Why did Lord Kain prevented his fifth born trying to throw me into the Abyss? And what was that… weird emotion I saw in his eyes? That emotion that immediately sent a chill down my spine?

When we got back at the Sanctuary, the sun had completely set, darkness surrounding us. I felt sick, an empty feeling inside my chest, growing bigger by the second, threatening to burst out.
I didn’t notice Lord Zephon calling two Zephonim and ordering them to bring me to Lord Kain’s chambers. I didn’t notice the Zephonim dragging me to the throne room, opening the doubled doors and going in. While walking – them almost carrying me – I looked up and stared at Kain’s throne. There, on the ground, just before his seat was a large puddle of blood and a few bony, bloody remains that were once attached to Lord Raziels back.

I stared at them until they were out of my view. Behind the throne and the Pillars was another door, leading to Kain’s personal chambers. The Zephonim opened the doors, threw me in and closed them again.
I fell on the ground, looking up and observing the room. It was quite large, with big bookcases against every wall. In the middle was a large desk, full with maps and books. There was a large fireplace that looked like it hadn’t been used in years, large tapestries with his symbol hang on the wall and right before me, on the other side of the room was another door.

This morning I would have done everything to get the chance of looking in this room just once, but now I just wanted to get back to my own room in the Razielim Sanctuary, lock myself in and stay there for all eternity. I stood up and walked to the desk, looking at the books and maps. The maps were detailed maps of Nosgoth, the books were about the vampire history, ancient runes, the Pillars and even one about time streaming.

I was just about to pick one up when I heard the door open and close again; Kain had entered the room. I turned around, looking at him with a different feeling. I didn’t respect him anymore like I did first. How could I do that, after witnessing what he did! Oh, how I wanted to do anything to make him pay, to see him in pain, to see him die. I hated him!
He walked towards me until he was right in front of me – I could see the same unreadable emotion in his eyes again. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

“Why?”

He looked at me, amused at my dare of demanding an answer, but he didn’t say a word, giving me my chance of saying what I wanted. “Why did you do that? Why did you kill him? He was your son, your first born! What did he do to deserve that? He would have served you no matter what, you had no right!”

His look of amusement quickly changed into a look of anger and he backhanded me hard in the face. “What I can make I can also destroy, young one. You’d best remember that!” he growled furiously. I brought my claw up to the place where he hit me and glared daggers at him. “You’re just a dirty bastard with an ego-problem!” I hissed. That was a wrong thing to say; Kain’s claw snapped forward and closed around my throat, lifting me in the air. Quickly I closed my own talons around his wrist trying to loosen his grip.

“You’d better watch your mouth, fledgling, I don’t tolerate such behaviour!” he whispered with a deadly undertone and tightened his grip a little, making it pretty hard for me to breathe. “What are you going to do about it?” I choked, forcing my voice passed his death grip, “- kill me? You could have done that at the Abyss. Why did you bring me here, what do you want from me?”

A creepy grin appeared on Kain’s face when he loosened his grip and threw me on the ground. I rolled over onto my back to stand up, but Kain quickly put his foot on my chest and applied some pressure, making me fight for breath again. “You have something that I want, and I can’t take it if you’re dead. Well… I can, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.” he said, his grin widening when he saw I didn’t understand. “W-what do you mean?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know his answer.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Stand up.” Kain did a step backwards, giving me some room to stand up. I did what I was told, but kept a close eye on him. Kain turned around telling me to follow him, but I didn’t move, “Where are we going?” I demanded. The vampire lord stopped in his tracks, turned back and walked towards me until he was just a few inches away, glaring down. My stomach suddenly exploded with pain when Kain slammed his fist into it, making me double over in agony. I fell on my knees, going for the ground when Kain grabbed my hair tightly and pulled me back on my feet.

“Let me go, damnit!” I cursed breathlessly but my captor ignored it and dragged me through the room towards the second door leading to his bedroom, still holding my hair tightly in his claws. He stopped right before the huge canopy bed and finally released me, pushing me down onto the bed in a sitting position. “We can do this in two different ways, boy; the way I originally intended to do, or the hard and painful way if you keep resisting like this. It’s your choice.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked. Kain grinned, “You still don’t understand, do you? I thought the first born of Raziel would be much clever than that.” I looked around the room, looking for a clue, until my gaze drifted down onto the thing I was sitting on. The bed. Then it hit me.

“No….” I whispered. “Yes. That is what I want from you.” I looked at him, finally understanding what that emotion was I saw in his eyes earlier; it was lust. I shook my head, fear welling up inside of me, “You can’t…” “Oh yes, I can.” Before I could make a reply Kain dived on top of me, pinning my hands next to my head and forcefully pressing his lips against mine. I was shocked, absolutely shocked, I automatically opened my mouth to protest. Unfortunately for me, that was exactly what the vampire lord wanted; using one claw to hold both of my wrists above my head he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, holding my lower jaw with his other claw to prevent me from biting him.

I struggled furiously, trying to fight him off, but it was of no use. He was way stronger then I was and held me so tightly I could barely move an inch. I felt his tongue exploring the insides of my mouth, running it over my teeth and piercing my lower lip with his fangs. I gasped when I felt the pain it caused and when Kain began sucking on it.

Now, I’m not a sissy, its not like I haven’t been tongue-kissed before. Like I already said; my master and I were very close. But that was way different then this. Lord Raziel would have never forced himself on me like this, he was always gentle. Kain however didn’t seem to care what I felt.

Kain finally withdrew his tongue and released his grip on my jaw; I immediately turned my head away from him, forcing the wound to heal. Kain chuckled before he began pulling and tearing at my armour and clothes; I responded to this in my usual way, “Ey! Stop that, you damned bastard!” Kain glared at me, “Still not wanting to shut up, do we? I thought I already made the message clear to you.” He bent over a bit until his face was only inches away from mine; I could feel his breath on my face when he whispered: “If you want to use your mouth that bad, I know another way to keep it busy.”

He chuckled again when he saw the fear in my eyes; maybe it was best to stay quiet. I gave me one last glare before he continued tearing my clothes and armour off. This time I did little to resist, although it was hard – but I did not want to give him any ideas. It didn’t take him long to rip them off, since he wasn’t very careful with them; I could probably never use them again. Now the last thing that was still intact and on my body were my pants, but I feared it wouldn’t take long before I lost them too.

The lord of vampires glared hungrily at me before he lowered himself and began licking and sucking at my neck. I quickly put my hands against his chest and pushed but it was just a waste of energy. Kain completely ignored my efforts and moved – still licking and sucking – down to my own chest. I took a deep breath when he reached my nipples and began sucking on it, caressing the other with his claws.

My body began responding to Kain’s actions; even though I absolutely didn’t want this, I could feel myself getting hard. “P-please.. stop..” I choked, my breathing becoming rather quick. I gasped loudly when he pinched one of my nipples painfully: “Last warning, kid. Shut up!” Kain growled, before moving down even further.
I panicked when Kain went way to low for my liking, reaching my pants. I closed my eyes tightly waiting for the inevitable when Kain suddenly stopped and sat upright. Confused, I opened my eyes again to look at him when – without a warning – the vampire lord completely ripped my pants off and threw them on the ground. I shot upright to stop him but Kain already expected that; he drew his fist back and slammed it into my face, punching me back into the pillows.

“Stay down, damnit! I didn’t give you permission to get up!” I didn’t respond; my left cheek stung horrible after being punched in the same place twice and it took a lot of effort to bit back the tears that were welling up. I couldn’t allow myself to look like a complete weakling in front of him.
Not wanting to receive a third blow to the head, I stayed down when I felt Kain’s claws on my thighs. I bit back more tears when he spread them apart so he could get a full look at me, my face reddening in embarrassment.

“You’re not a virgin anymore.” Kain said mildly surprised, “I see Raziel made good use of you.” My head snapped back so I could glare at him; if looks could kill Kain would have dropped dead by now. “He never used me in that way!” I hissed. “No, of course not.” Kain mumbled in a tone of someone who explains that one and one is two.
The vampire lord got off my legs and stood up, now towering high above me, “Roll over.” he said simply. “Forget it, bastard. I’m not going to be your plaything.” I thought defiantly.

When Kain saw I wasn’t about to roll over for him, he clenched his fists and said in a very threatening way, “Or do you want me to beat you up first? I have no problem with that, what so-ever.” “I’m going to regret this, I know it…” I thought and stayed still.
“You idiotic bitch!” Kain screamed in fury before reaching down and grabbing my hair again and pulling me up; my claws shot up in a reflex, trying to lessen the painful pressure on my hair.
The vampire king brought his face very close to mine and hissed, “Do you so enjoy pain? If that’s the case I’d be happy to give you more.”

He didn’t give me a chance to make a reply; still holding my hair with one claw, the other holding me at the back of my neck, he once again claimed my mouth with his. I tried to choke back a horrified cry of pain when he bit my tongue and began sucking the blood up. The taste of my own blood disgusted me; I wanted to pull away but I managed to control myself. He’d probably bite my tongue off if I tried anything.

He pulled away again and grinned down at me, a small trickle of my blood coming from the corner of his mouth. “So you want my blood, do you? Alright then...” I thought before my glare intensified and I spitted right into his face.
“ARGG! You bitch!” he yelled, releasing my hair to wipe the bloody substance out of his eyes. I fell down on the bed and rolled over to make a sprint for the door, but before I even got off the bed, Kain planted his foot harshly into my back, pinning me down.
“Let me go!” I screamed, trying to kick him off. “Not today, you bastard. I’ll make you pay for that!” Kain growled furiously before puling me back to the centre of the bed. He sat on top of my back lifting me a bit by my hair and neck before slamming me facedown into the pillows, cutting off my air supply and holding me there.

Choking, I trashed, fought and kicked to fight him of, desperately trying to get some air in my lungs, but Kain absolutely had no trouble holding me in place. I felt myself weaken due to the lack of oxygen and eventually stopped struggling; it was only then that Kain finally released me. Shakily I lifted myself a bit, coughing and gulping down large waves of air, trying to recover my breath.
Kain used this opportunity to completely rid himself of his own clothing and let them pool on the ground next to the bed. After that he forcefully spread my legs apart and settled between them, holding my body in place. I realised what he planned to do and panicked: “No, don’t! Stop!” “Shut up!” “You can’t do this, stop it!” “I said; shut up!”

I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my fists when I felt something large press against my entrance. “I can’t believe this is happening to me.” I thought, trying to bite back the tears. Kain pushed harder, causing pain to shoot through my body. Kain cursed and gave one violent push, finally breaking through and gliding all the way in, tearing up my passageway; I screamed like a dying animal.
“Does that hurt?” Kain asked curiously. I took a deep breath: “What do you think?” I snapped shakily, trying to ignore the excruciating pain. Kain chuckled: “Well, I can’t help it you have a tight little ass.”

And with that, he pulled out and thrust in again, causing another scream to escape. He repeated the action, going faster and faster by the minute. I was in so much pain; I could feel I was bleeding, making it easier for Kain to slide in and out, but not less painful. It felt like he was trying to rip me in two; I couldn’t hold my screams in. Every time he brutally plunged into me, my body was being jolted forward. The worst thing was; while my mind hated every second of this torture, my body began asking for more. Apparently my body had forgotten I was being raped! I could feel the urge rising and Kain probably noticed it too.

“You know Azrael, if you don’t want this, you sure don’t look like it.” he grinned breathlessly. It was then I finally broke. I couldn’t take it anymore, any promises I made to myself before, like not looking like a complete weakling in front of him – I didn’t care for them anymore. All I wanted was to die right here and now. Miserable tears streamed down my face when I began begging, “Please stop! I beg of you, please!” Kain ignored my pleas and just kept on thrusting.

Thrust.

Scream.

Thrust.

Scream.

“PLEASE STOP!!” I cried, the pain almost killing me. I hid my face in the pillows trying to block out the occasionally “slut!”, “bitch!” and “whore!” coming from Kain.
The vampire king reached down and began stroking my now fully aroused member, causing me to cry out in despair, the urge of letting go becoming greater and greater.

Kain’s breathing chanced, a clear sigh he was going to come really soon… and so was I. He gave a few more violent thrusts before he threw his head back and screamed over the top of his lungs, coming inside of me. A few seconds later I followed, spilling it all over his hand and on the bed sheets.
Completely out of breath, Kain collapsed on top of me. Exhausted and shaking, I cried uncontrollably in the pillows, feeling disgusted with myself, pain shooting up my spine ever time I moved.
Kain distantly stroked and petted my sweat-damped hair, as if he wanted to comfort me after this horrible experience. I wanted to pull away and tell him to stop, but my throat was pretty sore after screaming so much.

After a few minutes Kain pushed himself up and slid out of me, before grabbing my chin; he looked into my eyes for a few seconds before he told me what I dreaded to hear: “You’d better get used to this, kid. From now on, this is your life and only purpose.”
He released me again and got of the bed. The tears welling up again, I looked at him from the corner of my eye; his thighs and member were dripping with blood…… my blood.
He used a few remains of my clothes to clean himself of, pulled on his own clothes and gave me one last glare, before walking to the door, going through and locking it.

I let myself go: I cried and cried and cried until I had no more tears left. I hated myself, hated my body, hated this life and especially hated Kain. I couldn’t believe that only a few hours ago I was still with my master sitting in our room feeling happy and excited. It looked like something from a different life now.
I pushed myself up and sat upright, hissing at the pain this action caused and looked down; I was not surprised to see blood all over there. By the looks of it, it wouldn’t heal until I had fed. But it probably would take a pretty long time before I would get the chance to feed.

My head snapped up when I suddenly heard voices coming from the room Kain went to. One voice belonged to the vampire lord himself, the other probably another vampire. I held in my breath, trying to hear what they said.

“I want you to gather your full army to fight a war under my colours.”
“Yes, my lord. Who will we be fighting against?”
“Use your head! Who do you think?”
”… the Razielim?”
“Yes Turel. The Razielim. I want his traitorous blood away from the face of Nosgoth. Without their pathetic leader they won’t stand a chance. Kill them all, no survivors! After you’ve finished, burn the place down.”
“Yes my lord. When do you want us to leave?”
“As soon as possible. Go and ready your army.”
“Yes my lord.”
”And Turel. Don’t disappoint me.”
”… I won’t, my lord.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. They were going to destroy my clan! My home! The only place I’ve got left in this life. I looked out of the window, the tears threatening to burst out again. The sun was beginning to rise.
I lay down again, trying to think. I always thought I had control over my life, that everyone had control over theirs, but now… I realised that was a lie. We were all puppets, slaves of Kain, and he alone held the strings. There was no escaping him, the only release would be death. I clenched my fists in anger; that corrupted bastard didn’t deserve to be the ruler of Nosgoth! I guess the old saying appears to be true for him…

Absolute power corrupts absolutely…

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End

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Karioudo: … I can’t believe I wrote that ._.

Kain: you did x_X

Karioudo: o yeah ^^’’’ anyway! This was my first yaoi! *dances*

Raziel: sick sick mind!!! o___O’’

Azrael: I can’t believe you did that to me! To your own character! T_T *sob*

Karioudo: How could I not? One must keep his friends close, Azrael. And his enemies, even closer!

*silence*

Kain: that’s my line, damnit! *glare*

Karioudo: sorry ^^’’ And besides. Kain was the one who did it, not me.

Kain: I’m not a rapist! -.-

Karioudo: well, in my story you are! I’m the author; I have absolute power over you guys! *evil laugh*

Azrael: corrupted bastard -.-

Karioudo: *grin* Anyway, please review on your way out. Please? *big puppy dog eyes* See, I’m asking nicely. Pretty please with strawberries and a pink cherry on top? Just push the pretty button that has ‘’review’’ on it ^^ Thank you ^^